The Walking DeadA Poem by Arundass TPSometimes you never love a soul
After life, coffin is the world,
In the abyss of darkness, Seasons changed; never known, To the moment time compels. Full moon; Orchestra of virgin sounds, Echoed high over the lime light, Conscious peeped inside the coffin, The strength of life blooms. Crawled out, Coffin was nothing, As if not a fantasy or hallucination, Path was shown by the divine, Walked, jerking, pounding and leaping. Knocked the door of love, Once flowered life long, Opened the door, curious eyes bulges out, Screaming and fled for safety. Sat beside Piano, Tone of sadness, echoed high, Crowd appeared with weapons, Crushing the door to open. Saw a skeleton as musical composer, Feared, but never gave a second chance, Crushed and thrown into pieces, Wife and children prayed for mercy. Coffin was built again, Scattered bones are carried, Thrown inside coffin, Never ever liked the smiling soul. © 2024 Arundass TPReviews
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Added on September 14, 2023Last Updated on August 12, 2024 Tags: Poetry, Poem, Reincarnation AuthorArundass TPThalassery, Kerala, IndiaAboutI am mad enough to write With a pen half filled ink On a torned paper I got Leaving others mad to read Inside the fantasies where I live. more..Writing
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